User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-3135907-20160608161121

Crewbeasts edged away from the ferret as he passed, muttering and pointing.

Up ahead lay sturdy twin red-paneled doors, affixed with silver accents and knobs, knestled between the starboard and port aft stairways by firm live-oak pillars and flanked by two guards, one seated on a rough wooden stool on the right and the other standing.to the left, one paw loosely wrapped around an ash trident shaft.

The seated weasel grinned at the appearance of the ferret and stood up, taking a jangling keyring from his belt and sending a hefty brass specimen into the lock.

He bowed with mock ceremony and stepped aside as the door swung open for Raggs Scarhide to enter the darkened cabins within.